You watched as Aoife Molloy took care of her baby, AJ, all alone, since Joey Lynch went to rehab. Lizzie Young handed you a tissue discretely, as if she instantly knew you were falling apart.

“Here. Go take a breath.” Lizzie whispered, and you rushed out of the Kavanagh’s living room. As soon as you were out in the corridor, you let out a soft sob.

“You alright?” Patrick Feely asked, appearing in the garage doorway with a look of confusion etched on his face. From spending countless hours at the manor this past summer, you knew that the garage was transformed into a gym for Johnny.

“Uh huh,” You choked out, using the tissue Liz gave you. “It’s just so sad.”

“Sad.” A little voice chimed in. You then noticed the little boy clinging onto Patrick’s leg. “Y/n sad.”

“Hi, Ollie.” You sniffled, offering a bright smile to your best friend’s brother. “And I’m not sad, I’m super happy.”

“Y/n’s silly, isn’t she?” Patrick coaxed, lifting Ollie into his arms. Ever since the Kavanagh’s took in the Lynch siblings, Ollie got attached to Patrick.

“Because we’re not supposed to cry when we’re happy, are we? Hm? Tell her that she’s supposed to laugh.”

“Laugh.” Ollie replied, then reached up and pulled at Patrick’s cheeks to make him smile. “See?”